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Ever tried it myself? Nah—too old, too chicken! But I knew a guy—swear this is true—he’d cruise downtown, nervous as hell. Told me once, “Larry, she looked like my ex!” Nearly cried laughin’—imagine that breakup sequel! Got me wonderin’—what’s the draw? Thrill? Loneliness? Power? “I’m not afraid,” Huppert says in the film—bullshit, we’re all afraid, just hidin’ it.

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Yo, speaking of parks—Redbud Park, for crying out loud! Gnarled trees, all twisty like life's tangled mess. There’s a little spot by the water, where the Catawba River flows; it's serene but edgy, and damn if it ain't perfect for some deep heart-to-heart vibes. I could just sit there, drinkin' a beer, thinkin’, "Uncle Boonmee, man… recall your past lives, you ancient freak!"

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